Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: You Called Him

He was already out of the car. Marco slammed the door behind him and ran toward the house, his face tight with urgency.

Nonnina hurried forward to meet him.

"Where is she?" Marco demanded immediately.

"In the annex!"

"Fuck!" he snapped, already moving past her. "How did this happen?!" he demanded over his shoulder.

His long strides carried him across the courtyard, heading straight toward the small building where Veronica had been left.

Nonnina remained where she was for a moment, clasping her hands together as she prayed quietly, the rosary beads sliding between her fingers.

The front door opened behind her.

Nonnina turned slowly.

Bianca stepped out onto the porch. "Who came in?" Bianca asked.

"Marco," Nonnina answered.

Bianca’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Where is he?"

"He went to help the girl."

"You called him!"

Now there was fire in her eyes.

Real fury.

"Mrs Genovese," Nonnina said slowly. "You may think you are scary... but Luca is scarier."

Bianca’s lips pressed together tightly.

Nonnina continued calmly. "It doesn’t matter how much he loves me. He will shut his eyes and kill me if anything happened to Zuccherino."

"So," Nonnina finished, "as the lady of the house, I have obeyed your instructions, followed your orders...And I have also done what my Diavolino expects of me." She met Bianca’s burning gaze. "Win win."

Bianca stood glaring at her.

The witch. The girl had taken even the respect of everyone that mattered to Luca. The staff adored her. The guards listened to her.

Marco came rushing back from the direction of the annex.

Veronica was in his arms. Her body hung limply against his chest, her head tilted slightly back, strands of hair falling across her pale face. Under the bright outdoor lights she looked frighteningly white. She was unconscious.

Marco moved quickly, his jaw tight, his steps urgent as he crossed the courtyard toward the car.

Nonnina felt her stomach twist.

Marco’s focus was entirely on the woman bleeding in his arms. He carefully lowered Veronica into the back seat of the car, positioning her so her injured leg was stretched out as much as possible.

The sight of the blood staining the leather made his stomach turn.

He shut the door halfway, then straightened and turned toward Bianca. His face was grim. "The gun you used," he said bluntly, "is it yours, or Luca’s."

Bianca crossed her arms lightly. "I found it under his pillow."

"Fuck!!!" He dragged a hand over his bald head, pacing once beside the car. "Fuck!!!"

"Marco, what is it?" Nonnina asked anxiously.

His eyes flicked toward the back seat where Veronica lay motionless. "I have to dig the bullet out," he said.

Nonnina’s breath caught slightly.

"The gun isn’t a registered one," Marco continued. "I don’t know what Luciano has used it for in the past. I don’t want to risk it," Marco finished.

Bianca made a soft hissing sound of irritation. She had heard enough. She turned and walked back toward the house.

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